Struggle

Life is all about struggle.

You never live without struggle.

Life begins with a struggle.

Life ends with a struggle.

Struggle is the part of our life.

A mother struggles to give birth to her child.

Every living creature struggles for survival.

Struggle is the rule of life.

If you struggle to get something today,

Tomorrow or in your near future, you’ll receive your grand rewards.

Don’t scare to struggle.

Enjoy your struggle and hug it like your true pal.

Your grand success and victory is always waiting for you.

Source: POSITIVE THOUGHTS OF SELF-MOTIVATION! Only you can motivate yourself… Only you can bring positive changes in your life…. Birister Sharma

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Thank you for reading. Let us make a beautiful world together. God bless!

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Kuch Khwaish adhuri si…by #VirtualSiyahi

Dil kehta hai thoda thehar ja

Ek do kadam ka chalna bhi jo ab fasla sa lagta hai

Roshan hokar bhi sab na jane kyu dhua dhua sa lagta hai…

Ranjisho aur shikvo ke kisse to naye purane bikhre zamane ho gaye

milne milane ke kisse bhi ab sadiyo purane ho gaye

ab to mulaqat hoti bhi hai to bas us lamhe mein…..

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Ayub’s Recipe (A Very Short Story)

It’s bound to be utterly delicious “, he said, “cooks are from Qatar, no joke.”

I was waiting for my turn sitting in a corner with my head buried in the newspaper when this remark made me look up; he was cutting hairs of an elderly half-bald man while talking to another old guy sitting at the other end of the pew, almost on the edge, with his head tilted to the left like he was really enjoying either the talk or the wait, not that he had that much time on his plate at this age but he wouldn’t have any choice, I thought.

Ayub is talkative and it works out well for his profession as a barber. You could spend hours listening to his narratives and not get bored.

“Only thing is, that I am not invited”, he continues, “and he is”, he adds further pointing to the soda stall next to his shop.
“This is funny because I was the one who introduced them, and now they seem to be going at it without me”, he said with a scoff followed by a grin, and then a self-assuring smile which remained plastered to his face for few more minutes until he started to speak again, “Have you ever had such a relishing dish?”, asked he to the other old man sitting at the corner of the bench.

Man shook his head.

At this point Ayub picks up a different pair of scissors and steps out for a few seconds, looks here and there on the road and then stares at the hardware store across the road from his shop.

They are going too”, he said as he started trimming moustaches of the man in the chair, “You should know the recipe is pretty special and intriguing, let me tell you.”

He goes on without waiting for any response, “First chicken will be washed in detergent powder for an hour..”, I tilted my head, “..then it will be dried out and immersed in boiling kerosene.”

I was trying to find any hint of jest on his face but it looked sincere as he continued telling about the recipe.
“Once fried in kerosene, four bags of chewing-tobacco will be poured into it and then it will be mixed and mashed into keema.”
And he remarked, “Who would not want to be invited to a party where one will be served with such delicious chicken-keema!”

I continued staring at his face in awe and amusement. If he was laughing in the inside, he certainly was doing a great job hiding the expressions from showing up on his face and in his sad but twinkling eyes.

“That is what takes him through the day.. he keeps amusing himself and everyone around him”, I thought to myself.

I was interrupted by a nonchalant voice, “You’re next! Please come”, it was Ayub, smiling at me as I rose and went to sit in the chair.

It Takes More than Flying a Flag (My 4th of July Poem)

There is a different between boundaries

And not respecting someone

The balance isn’t always easily done

 

Our country is now so divided

With the 4th upon us

But unity has me excited

 

I honor you

But not always your choices

There is a difference

 

This 4th let’s celebrate

A new age dawning

We decide the future, not fate

 

Other countries can have intense discussions

Why can we?

Start a chain reaction of American liberty!

 

I know it isn’t always easy

This cost of freedom

It takes more than flying a flag!

 

(C) Carly Wiggins 2018

Song ‘In Deinem Leben Bin Ich Da – In Your Life I Am There’ by Michel Montecrossa (audio & lyrics)

Listen here to Michel Montecrossa’s New-Topical-Song ‘In Deinem Leben Bin Ich Da – In Your Life I Am There’ and read the song lyrics below.

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SONG LYRICS

IN DEINEM LEBEN BIN ICH DA – IN YOUR LIFE I AM THERE

In deinem Leben bin ich da
für die Liebe, das Gute und das Schöne.
In your life I am there
for the love, the good and the beautiful.

In deinem Leben bin ich da
um eins zu sein mit dir für immer.
In your life I am there
to be one with you forever.

In deinem Leben bin ich da
um mit dir eine gute Zukunft zu bauen.
In your life I am there
to build with you a good future.

In deinem Leben bin ich da
um mit dir Frieden auf die Welt zu bringen.
In your life I am there
to bring peace with you on the earth.

Mit unseren Leben sind wir da
für die Liebe, das Gute und das Schöne.
With our lives we are there
for the love, the good and the beautiful.

Hm, Hm, Hm

In deinem Leben bin ich da
um zu leben das lebendige Wunder.
In your life I am there
to live the living wonder.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany

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Song ‘Joy & Love Vision’ by Michel Montecrossa (Audio & Lyrics)

Listen to Michel Montecrossa‘s Song ‘Joy & Love Vision’ – read below the song lyrics


 
SONG LYRICS
JOY & LOVE VISION

Joy & Love Vision
of the positive side.
Joy & Love Vision for
the people free and bright.

Jump into the future: It’s the time to smile.
The big wave rises again,
the big wave of Joy & Love:
It’s the big Joy & Love Vision, my friend.

It’s the big Joy & Love Vision
of the man and of the girl,
of the man and the girl drive.
They do it with Joy & Love Vision style.

Aggression control:
The front door opens wide.
The flashing silence is tremendous.
You are the most attractive woman-option.

Repercussions
from what might have been.
You pass through the kitchen
indulging a stiff drink.

Joy & Love Vision
of the positive side.
Joy & Love Vision for
the people free and bright.

Jump into the future: It’s the time to smile.
The big wave rises again,
the big wave of Joy & Love:
It’s the big Joy & Love Vision, my friend.

It’s the big Joy & Love Vision
of the man and of the girl,
of the man and the girl drive.
They do it with Joy & Love Vision style.

She looked puzzled.
“It’s kind of hard”, she said,
“want to get my hand
’round that hard thing.”

“You’re sure ’bout that?” I said.
She took a deep breath.
Wanted me to be
in her Joy and Love so sweet.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany

Preview of Michel Montecrossa’s Joy & Love Vision Concert for the Free Cinema Filmfestival 2017 in Mirapuri

 

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Song ‘Cyberloud’ (Feels Like I’m Burnin’ Up) – Dance-Electronica Track by Michel Montecrossa

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Cyberloud (Feels Like I’m Burnin’ Up)

Cyberloud is the happy tune.
Cyberloud for a one to one.
Cyberloud turns me on.
Cyberloud tune in, drop out.

“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
It’s that mighty take-off.
“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
It’s the real fine stuff.

“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
It’s your super-heart.
“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
I’m your golden god.
“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
Yeah, don’t stop.
“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
It’s the power-shot.

Cyberloud when you bend down.
Cyberloud when you make me cum.
Cyberloud goin’ up all night long.
Cyberloud fantastic, strong.

“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
It’s that mighty take-off.
“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
It’s the real fine stuff.
“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
Yeah, it’s pretty hard.
“Feels like I’m burnin’ up!”
Yeah, it’s cybertough.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany

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Song ‘Way To The Well’ (new version) by Michel Montecrossa

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Way To The Well

Morning to dusk touching Tunisian hills.
The bells round your ankles ring.
And deeper still a heart is yearning.
Me I’m on the way to the Well.
Me I’m on the way to the Well.

The palm-tree is gently bending with the wind.
Tents are gathered ‘round the fire of the night.
The movements of your body are near as is your soul.
And somewhere in the distance a nightingale calls.
And somewhere in the distance a nightingale calls.

Then I caught the memory of a comin’ time.
I shall know better with You in my mind.
The fruits are like a painting arranged by your hands.
Gentle is the secret of the Mystic Well.
Gentle is the secret of the Mystic Well.

Morning to dusk touching Tunisian hills.
The bells round your ankles ring.
And deeper still a heart is yearning.
Me I’m on the way to the Well.
Me I’m on the way to the Well.

The wide truthful vision of a woman’s heart
lost in self-giving like your love.
The deep profound call of a flute from the hills.
I’m musing near your breast, close to the well.
I’m musing near your breast, close to the well.

The ages of our fathers are gone since long.
The lords of the valley offer their song.
Protection on you and your daughters and sons.
The pounding of your heart is my living song.
The pounding of your heart is my living song.

Morning to dusk touching Tunisian hills.
The bells round your ankles ring.
And deeper still a heart is yearning.
Me I’m on the way to the Well.
Me I’m on the way to the Well.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany

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Song ‘The Colour Of My True Love’s Hair’ by Michel Montecrossa

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The Colour Of My True Love’s Hair

Black, oh, black is the color of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are shining rosy fair.
And the grace of her beauty and her wonderful eyes,
I love the kind light of her sweet smiles.

I love my love and well she knows.
I love the world wherein she moves.
And if we on earth no more will be,
my life will live in her deep sleep.

I’ll turn to the Lord in my immortal soul.
I’ll find her there within my heart.
And I’ll write her a song in a few little lines.
We are one in our love for eternal time.

Black, oh, black is the color of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are shining rosy fair.
And the grace of her beauty and her wonderful eyes,
I love the kind light of her sweet smiles.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany

Preview: ‘The Dream And Its Magic’ New-Topical, Cyberrock & Dance-Electronica Concert by Michel Montecrossa and Mirakali

 
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What Is To Be? Is The World Coming To An End Or? Is Mankind To Prevail Over The Almighty’s Power And Authority Over His Creation? Time Is Telling ….

 

Journal—An Ongoing Dialog Between thiaBasilia And Master Yahuwah/Yahushua. …

Sunday, April 15, 2018 at 10:06 pm.

Time Is Telling No Doubt ….

The human element is going on, on queue –Knowledge. Business. Entertainment. Romantic Love. Noble humanistic ways, on and on the busyness goes on and on, but!

Time is telling. Time is saying—loudly lovingly saying, “I AM COMING TO MY END. BEWARE, O HUMAN, BEWARE!

Ha! A Doomsayer! Nonsense! Maybe Not. Read On …?

This day is coming to an end with a great note! O my Father? You are full of wonderful surprises for Your child.

Yesterday was a downer, but! Today? It turned out to be an upper! The cause? Whatsapp. SIWO Board Members. My inability to type in the phone screen.

All that insidious junk running through my carnal mind, but! My Father’s love and wisdom prevailed. Father whispered to me:

“Go to Whatsapp in your desktop. Read the instructions carefully to activate the app in your computer so you can type your heart out to communicate with the Board at SIWO.”

Wow! This time? In no time all my computer is set to handle whatsapp from my desktop. What a feat conquered!

Victory! Defeat! Up! Down, But! ….?

It’s now 11:35 pm. Suspense. Nothing has happened for the last couple of hours. I find myself as usual? Not knowing which way to turn, but! That’s only momentarily.

Anyhow? I’ll go to bed. Things will look better when I wake up if? I go to sleep. Perhaps things would look worse. No matter. In glee or gloom? You always zoom!

Good Reason To Sit Still And Wait ….?

Monday, April 16, 2018 at 3:07 am.

O my Father, thanks for Your Presence. I am not alone. Even so, the human element is not to be found, but!

You have good reason for things to be the way they are. I must sit still if I want to see Your deliverance.

It’s now 6:44 am. Indeed! I MUST sit still. I haven’t got the slightest about what’s happening with me. Nor have I the slightest about what’s happening in my world.

Definitely? My Eyes Are Set On You. The Human Element? I Now Understand It.

Whether the human element recognizes You in me or not? You are in perfect control of the human element

Me? I am human. You are in control of every minute detail of my life. Your children? My children and brothers and sisters.

Father’s Wisdom Prevails In My Life ….?

I continue to find myself so full of laughter, compassion, immense undying love for all my deserters and children and brothers and sisters!

Whatever happens between them and myself? Once I get over my shock? I continue to hear:

“Think like I think, respond! Reason with your brother et all. Reason with the wisdom I have instilled within your being.”

So, That’s What I Do. Then? The Vicious Circle! Shucks!….?

I get bent out of shape because I don’t get standing ovation from mine? O dear! What a tricky thing this carnal self of mine is!

Nay! I Am Human, But! No Need To Act Like The Wicked Human That I Am ….?

What I write? What I say? What I do? It’s all from the innocent child’s heart my Father gifted to me. It ALL comes from my Father’s heart not from my wicked human self.

Unbelievable! ….?

It’s unbelievable the pickles I get myself into from telling ALL people—female, male, young or old, “I love you! Give me a hug!” Never thinking of how it sounds.

The Shock Of My Life ….?

It was not until I came to these parts of the world that I got the shock of how people takes the famous 3 letters word, I LOVE YOU. Can you believe it, dear Reader?

The first instruction given to me when I arrived to these parts of the world? “Do not tell these men, ‘I love you’ for they take it you mean you want to go to bed with them.”

What? That Was A Shock Of Shocks, But!

An even worse shock? NO HUGS! Not even shaking hands. Do not touch the male element at all.

Even the women. If it is a friend? You kiss on their left and right cheek. If it is a fond friend? You kiss two or three times, but! Men?

It’s Totally Amusing To Me ….?

If we are visiting in their parlor and the husband or brother appears and announces a male visitor? The woman quickly get up and leave the room—they run for cover!

I remain in the room not knowing what’s happening because I don’t speak the language. Immediately, the male visitors appear with their respectful greetings.

I Am Ignored Like I Am Not There At All ….?

I watch. They pretty much ignore my presence. They simply go on with whatever their visit is about. Later on? I’m instructed. I do not have to run for cover. I am exempt. Phew!

The Tradition Must Be Kept ….?

If the woman goes to the roof or in any public place? She MUST cover her head least a man sees her uncovered head and takes her for a bad woman.

Of course, all that is changing. The older woman are having a time to get their young daughters to stick to the tradition, so? They tell them all kind of incentives for them to do so.

The Television ….?

Unfortunately? The television industry is prevailing over any such traditions. The young girls go now with ripped tight fitting jeans and Western style fashions in addition to the head cover. Beats the world out of old fashion me!

Anyhow? Coming To My Bout With The Human Element ….?

My Father’s mercy for me! He knows me like a book. I am His little girl. I amuse Him. Yes, I do, but!

The human element? They do not—better yet? They CANNOT understand nor accept my reality as my Father’s little girl. For the most? They think such to be nonsense! So I been told.

Regardless! I am what I am by my Father’s design and purpose for my birth and life in these earthly grounds. Here lately?

No More Begging For Human Approval.

No more begging for standing ovation. No more regard for whatever my carnal mind and heart can come up against my little girl’s reality in the Presence of my Loving Father.

Father’s Love And Wisdom Prevails In My Heart And Mind. I Think Like He Thinks ….?

I’m going on. Father’s love and wisdom prevails. In my heart there rings a melody of Father’s love for all. No problem anymore. I think as my Father thinks. I’m going on!

Meantime and until the next post? His love in my heart for you and for all stays there to stay for eternity, thiaBasilia.